| This wild rose that I hold in my hand
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| It’s the strangest thing I’ve seen
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| One bud, only just started to show
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| And the leaves are the lightest green
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| It’s had it’s share of the rain
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| It needs some feeling to light
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| It’s fiery flame again
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| But one cruel lie and it could die
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| Oh Carol oh, won’t you let this flower grow
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| Don’t kill it Carol
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| Oh Carol oh, won’t you let this flower grow
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| Don’t kill it Carol
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| This wild rose that I hold in my hand
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| It could grow to be so strong
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| Born one night in the calm of the storm
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| It was made for a rock and roll song
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| It’s only just seen the light
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| It could so easily fall back
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| To the gentle night
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| But one cruel lie and it could die
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| Oh Carol oh, won’t you let this flower grow
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| Don’t kill it Carol
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| Oh Carol oh, won’t you let this flower grow
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| Don’t kill it Carol
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| This wild rose that I hold in my hand
|
| It could grow to be so strong
|
| Born one night in the calm of the storm
|
| It was made for a rock and roll song
|
| It’s only just seen the light
|
| It could so easily fall back
|
| To the gentle night
|
| But one cruel lie and it could die
|
| Oh Carol oh, won’t you let this flower grow
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| Don’t kill it Carol
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| Oh Carol oh, won’t you let this flower grow
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| Don’t kill it Carol |